Before my first trip out this spring I went to a local fly shop that had just opened. Being that I am pretty much a novice at fly fishing and my father-in-law was coming for a visit, I wanted there opinion on a location as well as some fly/nymph recommendations. After having a great conversation with the guys there I finally asked him to give me some of his best flies that he had. He gave me a very nice wooly bugger and two BH prince. I was very impressed. Great quality! Then he told me the price. The wooly bugger was 3.50!
I thought, "Its only a #14, howmuch material does it take?"
However, I swallowed my pride and tried to hide my surprise that was so obviously written on my face. I told myself, "this is what real fly-fisherman use."
After a whole day on the river without much success, with fatigue and hunger setting in, I saw what I thought was the perfect spot just across the river. I tossed my line and, lo-and-behold..........a perfect snag. Too much throttle pedal. My 3.50 wooly bugger stuck across the river, in a piece of driftwood just on the bank.
Took me half an hour with my father-in-law waiting, but finally i found a place to get across the river and retrieve my prized wooly bugger.
So goes my adventure with my first expensive fly.
I thought it was funny.